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Page Museum|Page Museum]] at the [[La Brea Tar Pits]] | fossil_range = Mid [[Pleistocene]]-Early [[Holocene]], {{fossil range|1.5|0.011}} | regnum = [[Animal]]ia | phylum = [[Chordate|Chordata]] | classis = [[Mammal]]ia | ordo = [[Proboscidea]] | familia = [[Elephantidae]] | genus = †''[[Mammuthus]]'' | species = [[extinction|†]]'''''M. columbi''''' | binomial = ''Mammuthus columbi'' | binomial_authority = ([[Hugh Falconer|Falconer]], 1857) | range_map = North American mammoth map.jpg | range_map_width = 250px | range_map_caption = Approximate North American ranges of the Columbian mammoth (red) and woolly mammoth (blue) inferred from fossil finds | synonyms = {{collapsible list|bullets = true|title=<small>List</small> |''Elephas jacksoni ''<small>Mather, 1838</small> |''Mammuthus jacksoni'' <small>Mather, 1838</small> |''Parelephas jacksoni'' <small>Mather, 1838</small> |''Elephas columbi'' <small>Falconer, 1857</small> |''Euelephas columbi'' <small>Falconer, 1857</small> |''Parelephas columbi'' <small>Falconer, 1857</small> |''Mammuthus (Parelephas) columbi'' <small>Falconer, 1857</small> |''Elephas primigenius columbii'' <small>Falconer, 1857</small> |''Elephas texianus'' <small>Owen, 1858</small> |''Elephas imperator'' <small>Leidy, 1858</small> |''Mammuthus imperator'' <small>Leidy, 1858</small> |''Euelephas imperator'' <small>Leidy, 1858</small> |''Archidiskodon imperator'' <small>Leidy, 1858</small> |''Mammuthus (Archidiskodon) imperator'' <small>Leidy, 1858</small> |''Elephas jeffersonii'' <small>Osborn, 1922</small> |''Parelephas jeffersonii ''<small>Osborn, 1922</small> |''Mammuthus jeffersonii'' <small>Osborn, 1922</small> |''Elephas roosevelti'' <small>Hay, 1922</small> |''Parelephas roosevelti'' <small>Hay, 1922</small> |''Elephas washingtonii'' <small>Osborn, 1923</small> |''Parelephas washingtonii'' <small>Osborn, 1923</small> |''Elephas maibeni'' <small>Barbour, 1925</small> |''Elephas eellsi'' <small>Hay, 1926 </small> |''Elephas floridanus'' <small>Osborn, 1929</small> |''Parelephas floridanus'' <small>Osborn, 1929</small> |''Mammuthus floridanus'' <small>Osborn, 1929</small> |''Archidiskodon sonoriensis'' <small>Osborn, 1929</small> |''Parelephas progressus ''<small>Osborn, 1942</small> }} }} The '''Columbian mammoth''' (''Mammuthus columbi'') was a species of [[mammoth]] that inhabited North America as far north as the northern United States and as far south as Costa Rica during the [[Pleistocene]] epoch. It was one of the last in a line of mammoth species, beginning with ''[[M. subplanifrons]]'' in the early [[Pliocene]]. The Columbian mammoth evolved from the [[steppe mammoth]], which entered North America from Asia about 1.5 million years ago. The [[pygmy mammoth]]s of the [[Channel Islands of California]] evolved from Columbian mammoths. The closest [[extant taxon|extant]] relative of the Columbian and other mammoths is the [[Asian elephant]]. [[Category:Mammals]] [[Category:North America]] on8fjcxrdrfhxxo9hzn8x9ql0r5vm08 0 34 73 66 2012-12-19T21:17:27Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 73 wikitext text/x-wiki '''We live in a very strange world. Over ninety-nine percent of the species that ever lived on our planet are now extinct. But what if we could save them? What if we could bring them back to our own world?''' '''Join biologist Michael Emerson as he travels back in time to meet animals that have never existed for millions of years. He will save them from extinction and take them into the present day to give them a second chance.''' '''This time, Michael travels back to the Eocene, where he meets the cousins of all humanity and a very large and definitely very angry bird.''' '''Welcome to the ultimate wildlife sanctuary. Welcome…to Prehistoric Park!''' After grabbing a shovel, Norman pulled a jumbo-sized wheelbarrow out of the back of a pickup truck and set it on the ground. He was stood outside the Hadrosaurus paddock. "For those of you not in the know," he began, "Michael brought back his first creatures a couple days ago. And I can imagine he has fun doing that. But I have the real jobs: helping feed the animals, making friends with the animals – some of them, anyway – and, of course…" Norman picked up his shovel. "Cleaning the paddocks. Probably the least glamorous job of them all." "Oh, look at it this way Norman, you could be cleaning up after a Brachiosaurus instead," Terry said, who was seated on the hood of a nearby Jeep. Norman sighed. "Don't give him ideas, Terry," he said. "I suppose, you know, since you're sitting there, you could be helping…" "Oh, I will," Terry assured, "don't worry. I wanted to take a nice long look at the droppings once they've been shoveled. It's not every day you get to see hadrosaur droppings five minutes after they've been created." "May heaven help me," Norman muttered, as he grabbed the wheelbarrow and started to walk over to the paddock door. Thankfully, however, Michael arrived just then, providing a bit of salvation. "Hello, Michael," Norman said, quickly abandoning the wheelbarrow. "Where are you off to?" "Well, I've planned my next adventure," Michael said. "I'm heading to the Eocene, about 47 million years ago, to prehistoric Germany." "Germany?" Norman asked, as Terry raised an eyebrow towards Michael. "What can you be bringing back from there?" "You mean you're…" Terry began, and Michael said, "Yes I am, Terry. There's a quarry near Frankfurt dating to that time period, and it preserves remarkable fossil remains." "It's renowned throughout paleontological circles," Terry explained to Norman, "because of the wide variety of fossil animals that have been found. A couple years ago, something really exciting showed up…well, you explain, Michael." "In 2009, scientists unveiled a fossil primate that had been found at the quarry over 25 years previously. It was named Darwinius, in honor of Charles Darwin himself. It was very well preserved, and even its stomach contents were fossilized. We believe that it rests, evolutionary speaking, somewhere on the lineage from early primate to man!" "Really, then?" Norman asked. "So it's sort of like the grandfather of all humanity, then?" "I'd say more like the aunt," Michael said. "Either way, it will be a very exciting acquisition for Prehistoric Park!" "Are you bringing back anything else?" Terry asked. "Well, the Messel pit does have some other unique species preserved as fossils. Be prepared," Michael winked. "Do you want to come this time, Terry?" "No thanks," Terry said. "I figure I'd better stay here and help the staff with the dinosaurs," gesturing towards Norman. "Alright. I'll see you both later," Michael said, picking up his backpack. He started to walk away. "Have fun with the hadrosaurs, Norman," he shouted over his shoulder. And then he was gone. Norman gave Terry a long, hard look. "What?" Terry asked innocently. "'Are you bringing back anything else', you say," Norman muttered. "You had to ask, didn't you." "Oh. Well. Sorry." Terry smirked. "The wheelbarrow's still over there." Norman sighed, and walked back to the paddock door. '''Leaving Norman to do the shoveling, Michael's team is ready to set off into the Eocene.''' All the members of Michael's team wore backpacks containing their supplies, and some of them were carrying plastic cases and small dog crates. "Are we ready, everyone?" Michael asked from in front of the time portal. He received several "readys" and thumbs up from the crew. "Alright then. Let's go!" The team walked through the portal. As Michael stepped through, he found himself in a subtropical forest. Tall trees with gnarly roots surrounded him, and it was very hot and humid. The rest of the team came through and started setting up the campsite. "The first thing that strikes me about the Eocene is that it's very hot," Michael said as he turned the portal off and put away the sticks. "Scientists think this is because a large amount of carbon and methane entered the atmosphere about 55 million years before the present day. That caused the temperature to increase dramatically, and we're at the peak of this rise right now. Then the temperature will start to lower again. It's hard to believe that at the end of the Eocene, the planet will be an icehouse instead of a hothouse." "Michael, look!" a team member named James whispered. "Over here!" Michael quietly made his way over to investigate. Over a ridge, he saw a group of small brown mammals that looked vaguely like miniature tapirs. "Those are Propalaeotherium," Michael whispered. "They might not look like it, but they're actually one of the first horses. In fact, these horses are primitive enough that they don't even have hooves yet. So I can't see them running the Preakness any time soon," he smirked. He watched as the Propalaeotherium foraged for food on the forest floor. They ate many flowers and leaves, but seemed to be focusing on eating fallen fruit that must have dropped from the trees above. The red berries were quickly gobbled up by tiny horse mouths. '''What Michael doesn't know is that something else is watching these little horses as well.''' Abruptly, one of the horses raised its head, its ears pricked up. It had apparently heard something in the undergrowth. And then a giant, squawking bird, as tall as Michael and with stubby wings ran from the trees and grabbed one of the Propalaeotherium. The rest of the group fled as the bird snapped the little horse's neck with one bite. "It's a Gastornis!" Michael said. "And it's just downed one of the Propalaeotherium!" Michael's team watched as the Gastornis held the now-dead horse with its foot and began to tear away strips of flesh. "It's clearly an ambush predator," Michael whispered. "I'd get a bit closer but I don't trust that bird's attitude. Even though I'm as tall as it is, and it shouldn't hunt animals as big as I am, it might still attack me." The Gastornis was covered with gray feathers, with a crest of black feathers atop its head. But its face was bare like a vulture's, allowing it to stay clean as it continued eating the Propalaeotherium. As he watched, James shifted his weight, causing a branch under the leaf litter to snap. The Gastornis perked its head up at the noise, causing the horse carcass to snap in two. It then fled back into the forest, carrying the back half of the horse with it. "It's gone now," Michael said. "But boy, did it strike quickly!" He got up and peered at the half of the Propalaeotherium lying on the ground. "I might have some use for this," he said. "Dennis, can you hand me one of the plastic cases please?" He picked up the remains with two sticks on the ground and put it into the carrying case, which was totally opaque. "I'm going to take this back to camp and leave the side open," Michael said. "See if I can attract one of the local scavengers. I'm half tempted to slip this into someone's sleeping bag tonight, but catching creatures is more important than personal satisfaction." He laughed. "Alright guys, let's finish setting up." '''Meanwhile, back at Prehistoric Park, Norman is concerned about one of the park's current residents.''' Norman, having gotten himself out of cleanup duty, was in the nodosaur paddock, feeding his new best friend. The dinosaur wagged its tail in satisfaction as it ate. '''Ned the nodosaur was the first dinosaur that Michael encountered on a trip to the Cretaceous period, 70 million years ago. His inherent shyness meant that it took a bit of work getting him to become friendly, but Norman's persistence paid off, and Ned is now very tame.''' "Look at him wagging his tail," Norman said. "He's just like some big dog that way." He laughed. "There's just one thing I'm worried about," Norman said. "When Michael first brought him in, we all assumed he was a male. We came up with the name Ned with that in mind. I kind of like that name, and it's already stuck in my head. But there is still a possibility that Ned might be a girl instead, and then we'd have to change his name. The problem is that I haven't a clue how to check. It's not exactly like we have another animal to compare it to, either." Norman got his walkie-talkie out. "Maybe Catherine can help." He pressed a button. "Cath, are you there?" The radio crackled. "Yeah, over." "I'm a bit curious over here. Is there any chance I can bring Ned over to the clinic for you to have a look at? More specifically, I was wondering if you can try determining his sex, if at all possible." There was a pause. "I'll see what I can do, Norman. Bring him over at any time. Over and out." "Well," Norman said, looking at the nodosaur, "now we just have to get him to the clinic." '''Back in the Eocene, Michael has discovered something rather startling.''' Michael walked up to the edge of a large pond. "I've read about these," he said. "There's a lot of volcanic activity around these parts, and scientists believe that most of the animals at the Messel pit due to carbon dioxide poisoning, which was outgassed from the lakes and ponds. Normally the carbon dioxide rests at the bottom of the water, out of the way of any aquatic animals. But tremors in the ground may have released the gas, causing widespread death of animal life. Something similar happened at Lake Nyos of Cameroon in 1986. The outgassing of carbon dioxide from a tremor killed over a thousand people." He took a look at the surface of the lake. "Everything seems quiet now – I don't feel any tectonic activity at the moment, and there are turtles swimming about over there. So I'm going to say that everything is safe…for the time being, at least." At the far side of the pond, a lone Propalaeotherium was drinking. But something else caught Michael's attention. Through a grove of ferns, he saw something rustling in the leaves. From them hopped another small mammal, roughly two feet long. It was colored dark brown, but its fur had a sort of iridescence to it, and it had long legs. "Look at this," Michael said. "This can only be one thing: a Leptictidium. They have an appearance resembling that of a large elephant shrew. People have studied their fossils, and come to the conclusion that they are one of the only bipedal mammals, along with the kangaroo family and of course humans." He watched the Leptictidium as it groomed itself and looked around. "I would love to have one of these animals back at Prehistoric Park," Michael smiled. "I have a little dog crate with me to put it in for now, so now the only challenge is catching it. Let's see who's faster!" Michael lunged for the Leptictidium, which started hopping away. But Michael was faster. He grabbed the mammal with two hands, as gently as possible to avoid hurting it. Once the Leptictidium was in his grip, it started squirming, but Michael attempted to calm it down. "Shh, it's OK, I've got you," he said, but it didn't seem to help. He released it into the dog crate and set the latch. "Well, that takes care of that," Michael said. Suddenly, he heard a large splash coming from the pond directly behind him. Michael turned his head and dived to the ground instinctively. He heard another splash but when he was finally able to get a good look, the creature had already vanished back into the water. "What the blazes was that?" Michael asked. "I couldn't get a decent look at it, but apparently it had a very good look at me." Michael got up and brushed himself off. "I'll come back later to look for it," he said. "Right now I have a Leptictidium to take back to camp." '''Michael has just escaped the grasp of an unknown aquatic predator, and to make matters worse, he hasn't found any sign of the elusive Darwinius at all yet.''' Michael departed the pond, walking back towards the campsite. '''At the park, vet Catherine is ready to try something nobody has ever done before: determining the gender of a dinosaur.''' Catherine slipped on her latex gloves as she heard the door to the clinic open. "That should be Norman and Ned," she said, and walked out to meet them. Norman and a few other staff members were wheeling in the nodosaur on a metal rolling cart. "Here he is, Catherine," Norman said. "Keep us updated, hmm? I'm anxious." He chuckled. Catherine smiled. "Have you tranquilized him?" "What? No. We didn't want to risk it. It would be difficult to dart him with all his armor, anyways." "He's awake? Then why isn't he strapped down?" Catherine asked. Norman looked sheepish. "Ah. Yes. That. Well," he began, "as soon as we coaxed him onto the rolling cart, he hunkered down into his little defense position we've been seeing. He hasn't budged since." Norman tapped Ned with a small stick, and nothing happened. "See?" "Alright," Catherine said. "I'll put him under some sevoflurane once we get him in. But if decides to get up and run around, you know exactly who gets the blame," she laughed. "Yeah, yeah," Norman said. "Good luck, boy - hopefully boy, anyway," he said to Ned, and patted him on the back. At this the nodosaur lashed out its tail, knocking into a steel shelf and rattling medical equipment. "Whoops," Norman muttered. Catherine and the vets wheeled Ned into another room. '''In the Eocene, Michael checks up on his meat bait, and finds that it has attracted a couple visitors.''' Michael kneeled down to look inside the case. "There we are!" he said. "Come down here to get a better look. I hoped these guys would arrive." A group of ants had been attracted to the meat. But these were no ordinary ants: they were huge, many an inch long. In addition, there were a couple ants with wings inside. "Despite what you might think," Michael said, "I'm not crazy to be wasting my time catching ants. These are Titanomyrma giganteum, the largest ants ever! Scientists believe they were a precursor to today's army ants." He watched a trail of ants carrying small chunks of meat away. "Those ants are taking the food back to the nest, wherever that may be. I don't want to get bitten by one of these, though. Modern army ants can bite very hard and can be really painful. Titanomyrma is twice as large." Michael shut the door of the case. "The couple dozen or so that I've captured should be enough to form a new queen and start a new colony at Prehistoric Park. I'm going to put this with the Leptictidium, and then I'm heading back off to the pond." '''While Michael is getting some exercise, Catherine is back at the clinic with Ned the nodosaur.''' Ned was sleeping and strapped to a table as the vet staff got ready to work. Catherine was preparing her tools. "It's hard to determine the structure of a dinosaur's reproductive organs when there's nothing to compare them to," she said. "But we think that it was similar to that of chelonians, crocodilians, or birds, or possibly a combination of those. In any case, we're going to use an endoscopic probe to find out." She held a silver rod with a lens at the end, attached to a plastic cord. "Are we ready?" Catherine asked the staff. Some of the vet technicians kept an eye on the heart rate and blood pressure displayed as Catherine slipped the probe into the nodosaur's cloaca. Then she turned to a laptop screen, which showed an image from the rod itself. "There it is. You can see something like phalline tissue here…it means it's definitely male." She smiled. "Norman will be happy." Catherine removed the endoscopic probe and set it on a metal tray. "It's interesting, though. I've taken a look at some of the other apparatus and they show that Ned has an internal metabolism unlike any animals I've seen in the present day. It's hard to put into words, but I don't think we can tell yet if this is consistent throughout all of the Dinosauria or if it's just species-specific. Time will tell." She turned to the vet staff. "Alright, let's clean everything up in here and start waking Ned up." '''Back in the Eocene, Michael is playing a dangerous game…''' Michael was at the pond, holding a large stick. "It's time to find this mysterious water monster. What I'm about to do may seem a bit dangerous, but I think I know what I'm doing. This works with the alligators and crocodiles back in the present day. By tapping the ground and splashing at the water, whatever's in the pond should feel vibrations, and probably come up for a meal. Long story short…don't try this at home." He began splashing the water with his stick, and soon moved on to thumping the edge of the bank. Michael alternated this, over and over again. "Come on…" Suddenly, he started backing away, and the mysterious creature launched itself out of the water and onto the bank. When the water receded, an animal that looked like a crocodile crossed with an otter with gray fur stood on the bank. Michael breathed, "I thought I would find this. They're actually not even from around here. But this is Ambulocetus, and it was an early ancestor of the whales, believe it or not!" '''Ambulocetus was part of a cetacean family that still had the ability to come onto land. Despite giving rise to the first completely aquatic whales, it still looked remarkably like a furry crocodilian. And it seems to behave like one, too.''' The Ambulocetus snapped at Michael, who said, "Maybe I can get it back to Prehistoric Park. I just need to get it through the time portal…which I haven't set up yet…" Quickly, he kicked off his shoe to provide a distraction as he scrambled to set up the time portal. The Ambulocetus looked at the shoe, curiously. "Just one more switch…and there!" he said. "Got it…oh my god!" '''Back at Prehistoric Park, Norman is about to get a surprise.''' Norman was standing on the walkway next to the portal site, thinking. "Ned should be finished soon," he said. "I can hardly wait for him to get back in his paddock. Hopefully Catherine has sorted things out. Terry!" he shouted. "Yeah?" Terry said, who was outside the fence, walking by. "Any news from the clinic yet?" "Not yet," Terry said, and then paused. "Hey, look sharp!" he said, and started to hurry up the stairs to the walkway. Norman turned around as the portal flared into life. "Michael's back!" he said happily. "Let's see what he's brought home." Without warning, Michael's shoe flew through the portal and landed on the grounding, bouncing a bit before coming to a stop. "…eh?" And the Ambulocetus ran through as best it could, snarling in general annoyance at the world around it. "What on Earth? But…what…where's Michael? Is…" "Don't worry Norman, if he had been eaten I think there would have been a bit more attached to the shoe!" Terry yelled as he reached Norman. "Wow," he gasped. "He's brought home a beauty." "He just brought home a giant furry crocodile! Without telling us!" "It's alright, I think I know where to put this," Terry reassured, as Michael's head stuck through the portal. "Do look after him, if you would," Michael said, and then, after retrieving his shoe, disappeared without saying anything further. Norman sighed. "Leave it to Michael to bring back some souvenirs." '''After taking care of the Ambulocetus, Michael returns to search for his most important target.''' "That was great," Michael said as he walked back to camp. "Even though the Ambulocetus isn't native to this area, it's still quite a creature to bag. Its fossils are actually found in what today would be portions of Pakistan, but I suspect it migrated up this way, perhaps in a seasonal search of warmer climes." He continued trudging back to his tent. "But we still haven't found our Darwinius yet. I've found no sign of one at all, and I'm beginning to suspect they're nocturnal, like some small primates found today. The sun is starting to set now, and I'm probably going to head off tonight for a flashlight and look for them then. Maybe I'll have better luck." Pretty soon, night fell, and Michael was grabbing a flashlight. "I'll be back in a few hours, if not sooner," he told the crew, and walked off into the jungle. Over the sounds of insects, Michael said, "This is great! I've been night hiking in other jungles, like Costa Rica and Indonesia, and I haven't lost the excitement. There are all sorts of animals to be found here." He pointed his flashlight upwards. "Look up!" In the beam of a flashlight, an odd-looking creature with a long tail used clawed arms to clamber through the tree branches. "That's some sort of primitive anteater, something tamandua-like," Michael said, "and you can see bats everywhere! Despite having just evolved, they look nearly identical to the bats of the present day." Michael stopped talking and instead focused his flashlight on the lower tree branches. The trunks were twisted, like the bottom of a mangrove tree. And then, he shined his flashlight on a thick branch, and saw two small monkey-like animals, perching on the tree. Slowly, Michael moved forward, trying not to scare them. "I think this may be it," he whispered. "The one and the only Darwinius." He made his way right up to the tree branch where the Darwinius watched him, curiously. "They obviously haven't seen anything like me before," Michael continued. "I don't smell like a predator, so they want to see who's come to visit them. Hello!" In his fascination, Michael hadn't noticed that the noise of insects had ceased. Instead, he looked at the velvety brown and white mottled fur they sported, and their quick movements. "They look just like any other small primate you might see," he said, "but it's so profound knowing that you're standing next to an animal that means so much for your own species. Now, how am I going to catch them?" Before he could answer his own question, a squawking, warbling call echoed in the jungle, and the two Darwinius scurried up the tree. Michael whipped around with his flashlight, recognizing the noise. "Up a tree, quick!" he said, turning off his flashlight, and scrambled into the closest tree, climbing as high as he could. "Shhh!" From underneath him, lit faintly by the light of the moon, the Gastornis stepped softly and carefully. It was turning its head, smelling the air with its open beak. Michael didn't make a sound. The enormous bird continued to hover around under the tree, unsettlingly long, before moving off to another part of the jungle. It was a full fifteen minutes before Michael started to stir. "So much for the Darwinius," he said, clearly dejected. "Come on, let's head back to the campsite. I need some sleep." Michael started walking back, hanging his head in a disappointed way. '''In Prehistoric Park, Norman is having problems of his own.''' Bathed in the morning light, Norman stood at the door of a metal trailer. "Keep at it, boys!" he said, and wiped his brow. "Well, Ned's quite alright. Catherine went and confirmed that he was a male, so I'm happy for that. Now all we have to do is get him back to his paddock. That's easier said than done, mind you. He's decided to do his old stop-and-drop trick right in the trailer. I'll be back," he said, and disappeared into the trailer. "Come on, Ned, up! I've got some nice tasty flowers for you if you head back in…come on now, up!" There were two loud bangs, and the trailer rocked back and forth. "Oi! Stop that! Come on now, let's go!" Ned ran out of the trailer and back into his paddock. "There you are! Good boy!" Norman said, and walked out. "Alright guys, let's get this out of here!" he said. Suddenly his walkie-talkie buzzed. "Norman? Got a bit of a dilemma up here by the hadros, can you come down?" "What is it, Owen?" "Well, to be honest, there's a coelosaur up a tree." Norman paused bemusedly before replying "Alright, I'll be right down. Over and out." He put the walkie-talkie back. "Oh boy," he sighed, and got into his Jeep. Within minutes, he was next to the Hadrosaurus enclosure and in the door. "It's over back there," Owen pointed him, and Norman walked along the paddock fence to the tree. The tree itself was leaning over to one side, and that had apparently allowed the Coelosaurus to clamber up. Except now, it was stuck up there. "Alright…what am I going to do with you…" Norman said. "How on earth did he get himself up there?" he muttered to himself. It was then that he noticed the tree was leaning dangerously close to the top of the fence. Immediately, he started climbing up the tree himself after the ornithomimid. "Okay, come on down, you're perfectly alright…" Norman was quite precariously positioned and imbalanced on the tree branch. Seeing Norman coming towards it and the paddock fence nearby, the dinosaur decided to take the option of jumping the fence. It leapt over the fence top and landed on the other side flawlessly, but the recoil of the tree branch threw Norman off and onto the ground. With a yelp, he landed. Norman had braced himself and he was perfectly alright excepting a few smudges of dirt, but now he had an escaped dinosaur to worry about… He ran back to his Jeep and shouted at all of the staff who were nearby. "Get in the Jeeps! Herd it back into the paddock! Come on!" Park keepers ran into their cars and started the engines, driving off to find the Coelosaurus. Norman led the convoy. "There he is! Get in front of it! Drive him back towards the paddock!" Norman shouted. The Coelosaurus screeched and started to run, but a Jeep drove in front of it, blocking its path. Instead, it veered to the side. "Come on! Get it herded! This way!" Eventually, the dinosaur was barricaded from three sides, and the only way it could run was back through the open door of the paddock. A keeper waiting nearby jumped to close and latch the door. For now, things were under control again. Inside his Jeep, Norman was panting. "Well…" he gasped, "…that was a bit exciting, I suppose. Whew. There's never a minute's rest in this place. Alright guys, let's clear out. We're done over here for now." '''While Norman cleans up, Terry is over at the Dryptosaurus paddock.''' Terry put away his walkie-talkie. "Well, one of the Coelosaurus apparently decided to take a stroll," he said. "At least it keeps Norman busy." He was watching the Dryptosaurus from a small walkway. The pack was devouring a cow, and seemed to be enjoying it. '''The pack of Dryptosaurus was rescued after Michael and Terry caught a whole herd of hadrosaurs. Seeing that their preferred prey was gone, they instead went for the humans. Thankfully, Michael escaped their grasp as he went through the time portal, and the now the pack is living in its new home.''' "These guys, though, are keeping me busy," Terry said. "A lot comes to mind. Take their food, for instance. So far we've been giving them recently killed cows, and they like them. But I remember that when we first found them, I saw them stalking and hunting their prey. They weren't being offered their food on a silver platter. So we might have to change what we feed the dryptosaurs at some point. Granted, if you offered me a free pizza, I'd eat it too. But it's hardly the same as hunting your prey." The Dryptosaurus continued to gulp down strips of meat. One of them pulled at the cow's leg, attempting to tear it apart from the rest of the body. "I guess my point is we still have a lot to learn about these creatures," Terry admitted. "They're not exactly like reptiles, and they're not exactly like birds either. Trial and error might determine what works best and what doesn't. But I'm sure the staff can handle that, no problem." He leaned on the walkway's railing. "Getting the animals to breed is another of our top priorities. From the start, it was always Michael's goal to raise a thriving population of extinct animals. The trick is getting them to feel safe and comfortable, just like they are in the wild. And I think Prehistoric Park is ready to accept that challenge." Terry stood and watched the dinosaurs eat. '''Back in the Eocene, Michael is still planning to catch more creatures.''' Michael sat at the campsite, drinking from his water bottle. "The Darwinius seem to be nocturnal, so there's no sense in looking for them now," he said. "Instead, I'm going to try and lure in some other denizens of the forest." He picked up a piece of fruit lying on the ground, which was like a durian except much smaller. "I noticed that the Propalaeotherium, those primitive horses we saw yesterday, like to eat fallen fruit. If we bait an area of forest with lots of this fruit, they should come and take advantage of the banquet. From there we may be able to catch them, possibly driving them through the time portal." Michael sipped at his water bottle. "To be honest, I wasn't planning to catch Propalaeotherium, but they are very gentle creatures, and it might be nice to have them at the park. Plus, it's something to do while we wait for night to fall." Suddenly, the ground started to rumble, shaking branches in the trees, and Michael could feel small tremors. Other crew members looked around them, curiously. Michael leapt to his feet, but the sensation passed as quickly as it had come. A few leaves floated down to the forest floor. "That was close," Michael said. "It was just a small tremor, set off by volcanic activity, and it wouldn't harm us at all. But I can't tell what it would take to release the carbon dioxide gas in those ponds," he said. "I hadn't felt any tremors previously, but the fact that they're happening now leads me to believe it might happen again. We want creatures, but personal safety is ultimately more important." He picked up his backpack. "It's a shame to leave, but I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary with the risk of the gas around," Michael said. "We'll wait until night, make one last search for the Darwinius, and then leave." '''Time seems to be running out for the team, and if they want to rescue a Darwinius, they have to do it tonight.''' Michael was in the jungle with a couple other team members. The rest were back at camp, waiting for Michael's return and to set up the time portal. "It's now or never," Michael said as bats flew in and out of his flashlight beam. "We can't get distracted by any other creature while we're out here. I don't want to return to Prehistoric Park without a Darwinius." "Michael, look!" His flashlight focused on a tree, and something seemed to shift in the light of the beam. They had stopped near the pond, which was visible off to the side. Bats continued to dart around in the air. "What was it, Dennis?" "I thought I saw something moving there," Dennis said. "If it's not a Darwinius, let's not bother," Michael said. He was about to move on when he saw it for himself. From behind the tree trunk, one, then two animals crawled into view. They had velvety fur and long tails. Michael froze instantly. "Dennis," he whispered. "Get behind that tree. Make a wide arc so they don't see you. You'll know what to do." He clutched at the handle of the plastic case he held. Dennis disappeared into the jungle, and Michael slowly started to approach the tree. The two Darwinius behaved exactly as they had the previous night, watching him intently and curiously. Michael stood right next to the tree and the two primates on the tree trunk. They scurried up to a low-hanging branch, making some sort of squeaking sound. Michael could see Dennis creeping up behind the branch, and proceeded to hold up the plastic case. Slowly, he opened the door. The two Darwinius watched him, turning their heads. This was certainly a funny creature with the beam of light, and it behaved oddly. Michael nodded at Dennis. And suddenly, Dennis lunged forward, spooking the Darwinius. They jumped in the opposite direction…right into Michael's plastic case. One tail, two tails, and Michael slammed the wire door of the case shut. "Yes!" he said with glee. "Finally! A pair of Darwinius!" Abruptly, a tremor shook the ground, and Michael was thrown off his feet. He spun around in mid-air to catch the plastic case as it fell, and then landed with a painful thump. He righted himself instantly, to check the surface of the pond. Numerous aftershocks followed the initial tremor, making it difficult to focus on any one object. But Michael could clearly see the dead bat floating on the surface of the pond, and then more of its kind around it. It was what he had feared. '''Clouds of carbon dioxide gas can prove fatal, as the Lake Nyos incident did. And the team doesn't want to be around to breathe one in.''' "The ponds have outgassed!" Michael shouted to everyone in range. "Move, guys!" And they fled. They reached the campsite in mere minutes, and Michael shouted, "Carbon dioxide gas is coming! Pack up and get the portal ready! Quickly!" Around them, animals panicked. Bats darted among the trees, and several smaller mammals on the ground scurried for safety. They understood the danger, and were taking the easy route out. The portal flared into life, and the crew members carrying animals were allowed in first. Michael handed the Darwinius to Dennis and shouted, "You guys head through first! I'll bring up the rear!" Michael could see some of the panicked animals around them dart through the portal. Normally he would have been ecstatic, but he did not care about them at the moment. Michael made sure everyone had gone in as the last remaining person ran through the portal. He braced himself to run through when suddenly, a familiar creature ran from the trees and skidded to a stop in front of him, squawking and flapping its feathers. Michael tried not to panic. "It's the Gastornis," he said, attempting to breathe normally. "It's just scared at the moment, not hunting. But it's blocking my way." And then, despite the danger surrounding him, his face lit up in realization. "And maybe that's a good thing! Come on, I'm coming through!" He ran at the Gastornis, which squawked and ran, startled, away from Michael. And in that case, "away" was straight into the time portal. '''This time, Michael may have rescued more animals than he thought he would…''' Norman stood atop the walkway watching the first of Michael's team members come through carrying plastic cases. Around their feet, a couple more animals ran through. "Well, nice parade you've got there," Norman shouted to the team as he watched them head into the holding pen areas and, making the best of the situation, put the loose animals into a nearby pen. "I'm glad Michael's decided to bring back a few sensible things." Norman looked up. "Where is he, anyway? He didn't come in-" Norman was interrupted when he saw a giant bipedal bird storm through the time portal, squawking and shaking its feathers. It was followed by an enthusiastic Michael. "Michael, what the devil have you done now?!" Norman shouted. "I expect you to bring home a couple of monkeys and instead you end up with a giant parrot!" Michael laughed. "It was either this or getting suffocated by a dangerous cloud of carbon dioxide gas!" "That doesn't give you a decent excuse!" Deciding to end the conversation there, Michael hurried over to Dennis as a couple other keepers attempted to shoo the Gastornis into another holding pen. "Michael!" Dennis said. "We brought a couple of other animals back for you!" "I thought I saw that as you guys hurried in, they were probably trying to escape the gas. What did you find?" "As best I could see, a couple of Propalaeotherium and a Leptictidium, I think." "Not bad!" Michael said. "Well, this turned out better that I thought it would!" '''Soon, all the animals are moved into tropical paddocks. The Lepticitidium and Propalaeotherium will live together, while the other creatures brought back will live in their own enclosures alone. The Titanomyrma, for the time being, will be put into a glass insectarium in another park building. As for the Darwinius…''' Michael was in his study, admiring the newly constructed cage against the wall. It was tall and imitated a tropical environment. From within, the two Darwinius scurried about in the branches, playing with each other. Michael watched in fascination. "There's a reason they're called Darwinius," Michael said as he watched. "Their discovery was announced in the year that Darwin would be celebrating his 200th birthday. And they're also a grand triumph for evolution. So I'm going to name these two Charles and Emma, just to carry on a bit of tradition." One of the primates clambered up to the glass and watched the odd creature outside. Michael grinned, and went up closer to the enclosure. Face to face, the two are the bookends of a very old family. '''Next time...''' '''Michael travels back to the Permian in order to rescue some sail-backed oddities.''' A herd of lizard-like animals with sails on their backs walks in a wet grassland. '''And the park staff has their hands full, again.''' Seen from the back seat, a Dryptosaurus pursues a speeding Jeep. '''In the meantime, Michael has time to enjoy a very old aunt and uncle.''' [[Category:Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] 6phfopu7c5az5wq332phwr9y3ks59x9 0 1 80 79 2013-12-19T18:14:14Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 Chickens are good and all and have some remarkable relevance when it comes to dinosaurs, but such a subject should probably be directed to the Jurassic Park Fanon Wiki as opposed to the Prehistoric Park Fanon Wiki. 80 wikitext text/x-wiki {{MainTemplate | welcome = Welcome to '''{{SITENAME}}!''' | blurb = Prehistoric Park is yours to control | about_title = About the wiki | about_content = The '''Prehistoric Park Fanon Wiki''' is a wiki dedicated to fanon and fanfiction based on the widely popular ITV docu-fiction television series. From tyrannosaurs to terror birds, let your mind run wild and feel free to create stories, series, or even other media relating to ''Prehistoric Park''. Have fun, and don't forget to make sure that the titanosaurs stay in check... The entire wiki falls under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 license, which means that your articles and stories cannot be lifted for commercial purposes (which has ocassionally happened on Wikia before). If you need any help, don't hesitate to contact ShoutWiki's [[Special:ListUsers/staff|Customer Support Team]]. | featured_title = Featured Article | featured_content = No featured article at this time. | didyouknow_title = Did you know... | didyouknow_content = * ...that you can add fanfiction, fanmade pictures, and even fanmade videos to this wiki if you created them? | news_title = News | news_content = * October 18, 2012 - This wiki was started! }} 8vdswmr5kzoxp8tmlfdjmdx3rjfvo7s 0 37 75 74 2012-12-19T21:18:31Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 75 wikitext text/x-wiki '''Michael Emerson''' is a professional biologist who appears in [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn]]. He is the creator of Prehistoric Park and sets off into ancient eras in order to rescue creatures for the sanctuary. [[Category:Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] kl6relcx85hb3blcodyk207ath9a87y 0 38 82 81 2015-07-30T22:09:52Z 86.133.65.117 82 wikitext text/x-wiki '''Norman Gallagher''' is the head keeper of Prehistoric Park. ==Biography== (Tennessee, head keeper at Memphis Zoo, invited by Michael to come to the park) (two vehicles - Jeep and a maintenance pickup truck) (doesn't like water because he never learned how to swim) [[Category:Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] j6x23a5c7m3pkine0dji4hsct5h8ac0 0 31 71 68 2012-12-19T21:15:50Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 71 wikitext text/x-wiki '''''Prehistoric Park: Reborn''''' is an alternate universe fanfiction created by [[User:Styracosaurus Rider|Styracosaurus Rider]]. The series centers around Michael Emerson, a professional biologist, who sets out to create a "prehistoric park" that contains ancient animals rescued from extinction. The general aesthetic of the park remains unchanged from the original series, but the characters are entirely new and the park is starting from a clean slate (meaning the animals must be caught from scratch.) The author has also published the series on [http://www.fanfiction.net fanfiction.net] under the username [http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4143464/ Crimson Clockwork]. ==Characters== *[[Michael Emerson]], a biologist and the creator of the park. He is the one that sets out into ancient time periods to rescue animals from extinction. Michael is generally optimistic about things, and often brings back more creatures than he plans to. *[[Norman Gallagher]], the park's head keeper. He is in charge of feeding and cleaning animals, and dealing with them when they escape. Norman is forever suffering, and is often there to deal with the animals as they come through the time portal and cater to the unexpected arrivals. *[[Catherine Knight]], the head veterinarian at the park who is in charge of the vet clinic there. Along with the vet staff, she treats sick or injured animals. Catherine loves the animals and will do anything to make sure that they get the best possible care. *[[Terry Wright]], the park's resident paleontologist. A friendly, outgoing guy, he figures out what the extinct animals will need to thrive, and occasionally goes with Michael on rescue missions. Terry also helps care for the animals at the park and generally makes life difficult for Norman. ==Episodes== *[[Welcome to the Jungle]] *[[Humanity's First Aunt]] *The Sailbacks *Mysteries of the Deep *Beast of Baluchistan *The Red Island ==Locations== TBC ==Animals== *Nodosaur *''Coelosaurus'' *''Hadrosaurus'' *''Dryptosaurus'' *''Leptictidium'' *''Titanomyrma'' *''Ambulocetus'' *''Propalaeotherium'' *''Gastornis'' *''Darwinius'' *''Platyhystrix'' *''Diadectes'' *''Labidosaurus'' *''Edaphosaurus'' *''Dimetrodon'' *''Nothosaurus'' *''Shonisaurus'' [[Category:Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] 7cz3kzg4tcrq2d3m2rlvq7laeqxkco5 0 36 67 2012-12-18T17:13:29Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 Styracosaurus Rider moved page [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn/Humanity's First Aunt]] to [[Humanity's First Aunt]]: Removing subpages 67 wikitext text/x-wiki #REDIRECT [[Humanity's First Aunt]] s2b81gtfeqrjqe5leldidp880d7isua 0 35 65 2012-12-18T17:12:50Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 Styracosaurus Rider moved page [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn/Welcome to the Jungle]] to [[Welcome to the Jungle]]: Rid of Subpages 65 wikitext text/x-wiki #REDIRECT [[Welcome to the Jungle]] h091wog4jjppmdxaan9p9ge6xgg60ph 0 33 64 54 2012-12-18T17:12:50Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 Styracosaurus Rider moved page [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn/Welcome to the Jungle]] to [[Welcome to the Jungle]]: Rid of Subpages 64 wikitext text/x-wiki '''We live in a very strange world. Over ninety-nine percent of the species that ever lived on our planet are now extinct. But what if we could save them? What if we could bring them back to our own world?''' '''Join biologist Michael Emerson as he travels back in time to meet animals that have never existed for millions of years. He will save them from extinction and take them into the present day to give them a second chance.''' '''For his first adventure, Michael travels back 70 million years ago to rescue the dinosaurs that changed the way we look at these terrible lizards.''' '''Welcome to the ultimate wildlife sanctuary. Welcome…to Prehistoric Park!''' The olive-colored creature sat on a branch and blinked as a finger stroked the top of its head. The animal had a look of intelligence about it, and definitely seemed to enjoy the attention. Others of its kind perched on branches around it. "Solomon Island skinks," Michael Emerson said, petting the lizard. "They're wonderful creatures to have around. The way they behave, it's as if they're trying to be reptilian koalas." He laughed. "But I'm distracting myself again." Michael closed the door of the vivarium, which was as tall as he was, and sat back down at his desk. Inside his study, similar cages containing reptiles were scattered across the room. The desk itself was covered in mountains of books and papers, and the old swivel chair was raggedy and missing a wheel. Michael's study overlooked a forest, and the beauty outside balanced the mess inside. Nearly. "As we speak, the first enclosures are being built," Michael said. "It would be wonderful to have a thriving population of extinct animals, but first we have to start small. Thankfully, we have everything we need to make them happy." He stepped over a tortoise roaming around the room to a map on the wall. "As you can see here, we have a wide variety of habitats in the park – forest, aridland, plains, rivers, anything an animal could want. There's a mountain range to the north and west," pointing at the satellite photo, "and then an ocean to the east. It really does look exotic and primordial, which is exactly what we want." Michael then grabbed a sheet of paper from his desk. It was a map of the same area, but in vivid, unrealistic colors. "This is a bathymetric depiction of the area," Michael said, "and you can see that a few miles off the coast there's a long, curving string of brightly colored spots. That's actually a chain of undersea guyots. With a little bit of extra construction, it'll actually form a natural barrier. So eventually we may be able to have marine enclosures that are actually in the sea!" Michael put the paper back on his desk. "We already have a few species of extant animals living in the park," he said. There's a savanna paddock home to a group of black rhinos, and there are other paddocks containing things like water monitors and cassowaries. They've acclimated perfectly, and with luck, so will the more unusual animals coming." '''Michael and his team have clearly shown that they can care for everything from dodos to dinosaurs. But he knows exactly what he's bringing home from his first adventure.''' "Dinosaur paleontology would likely have been quite different were it not for the animals I'm going to bring back first," Michael said. "In 1858, an amateur geologist named William Foulke met a man called John Hopkins in the town of Haddonfield, New Jersey, who was giving away giant bones that he had found in a nearby marl pit. They were definitely dinosaur bones, so Foulke contacted the paleontologist Jospeh Leidy, who was living nearby in Philadelphia. Together, they returned to the marl pit and excavated the most complete dinosaur skeleton known at the time. It was named ''Hadrosaurus foulkii'', in honor of Foulke himself." Michael held up a picture of a mounted skeleton that resembled a very awkward reptilian kangaroo. "Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins, the English artist who created the famous dinosaur sculptures at Crystal Palace Park, was assigned to make casts of the available bones and create the missing ones out of plaster. ''Hadrosaurus'' became the world's first mounted dinosaur skeleton, and it captured the imaginations of people across the globe. So I'm going to travel back 70 million years in time to prehistoric New Jersey, and catch a ''Hadrosaurus'' or maybe even two!" He put the picture down and smiled. "That's not all though. In 1866, more dinosaur bones were found nearby the Hadrosaurus site. But the bones weren't from Hadrosaurus. Instead, they found this." Michael held up a huge curved claw bone that was clearly not from Hadrosaurus at all. "They found a terrifying claw, at least eight inches long, and it was most certainly from a predatory animal, more specifically a theropod dinosaur. The famous paleontologist Edward Drinker Cope described the bones and named the animal ''Laelaps'', after the hunting dog in Greek myth. As well as that killer claw, they also found parts of the skull and also leg bones, which showed that the animal was bipedal. Previously, scientists assumed all dinosaurs walked on four legs, like modern lizards or crocodiles. But Laelaps showed that this wasn't so. Another major contribution to early paleontology." Michael ran his hand along the smooth surface of the claw. "But that's just the beginning of the story. Cope was friends with another famous paleontologist from Yale, Othniel Charles Marsh. Marsh got wind of the fact that the marl pits had great value in terms of fossils, and actually secretly bribed the workers digging there to redirect the shipment of bones to his own office and away from Cope. That was believed to be the first shot in the great Bone Wars, which ended in the discovery of many familiar dinosaurs we know and love today. And to add insult to injury, Marsh found out that the name Laelaps had already been used before – to name a type of mite! Much to Cope's displeasure, it was renamed ''Dryptosaurus'', the name we use today. So in effect these Jerseyan dinosaurs opened the floodgates for American paleontology. And it's almost time to head back 70 million years in order to find them in the flesh." Michael got up and walked out of the room with his backpack. '''Of course, these terrible lizards will need top-notch accommodations to thrive. That's the job of head park keeper Norman Gallagher, who is finishing up directing the construction of the enclosure walls.''' An old Irish tune played from an equally old and scratchy radio in the heat of a summer day. However, nobody seemed to be listening to it. Instead, people were hard at work putting up tall wooden fences and laying down stone paths. A bearded man in his 50s and with a slight Southern accent was directing them. "A bit farther…little bit farther…right. Stop. You're good. Start hammering them in," Norman Gallagher said to the staff. He paused to wipe the sweat off his brow. "Normally," he began, "you'd expect a park with giant prehistoric lizards in it to have electrified fences in it. Not here. Michael specifically wanted the wooden ones. I guess it has a little bit of a rustic feel to it." Norman started to rustle through his clipboard. "And naturally, we would want something that causes as little harm to the animals as possible. Still though, I'm a bit worried to see what would happen when a dinosaur feels like taking a stroll out of town, eh?" He put the clipboard away. "Speak of the devil…" Michael was walking up, shouldering his trusty backpack. "How soon do you think this enclosure will be finished?" he asked. "Well Michael, if we keep on schedule it should be finished within the hour. Have you decided where you're heading off to yet?" "Indeed I have. Take a look," Michael said, and handed Norman a sheet of paper with pictures. "I'm heading to the Cretaceous in search of a hadrosaur or two. With a bit of luck, I may even be able to bag a ''Dryptosaurus''!" "Drip-toe-saurus?" Norman asked. He looked perplexed. "What's that then?" "It's a theropod. To make it simple, think ''T. rex'' crossed with a ''Velociraptor''!" Norman glanced at the sheet of paper and paled. After a brief moment, he said, "I sure hope you know what you're doing, Michael. They sound dangerous." Michael laughed. "Don't worry, Norman. I'll be fine. See you with a dinosaur in tow!" He started walking off. "Well, I hope Michael has the right idea," Norman muttered. "But I think he's being a bit ambitious too early on. I was hoping he would start with something smaller. And maybe fuzzy." He turned back to the staff. "Okay boys and girls, let's finish up this paddock!" '''Soon, Michael is ready to embark on his journey. With his team, he'll be setting off into the unknown to achieve the impossible…''' Michael sat in his Jeep, facing the time portal. The portal itself, a swirl of bright blue with hints of violet, seemed to beckon him in. He glanced at the other two Jeeps flanking his, and then started the engine. And then he drove through the time portal. '''…bring back dinosaurs to the modern day!''' The park was gone. Civilization was gone. And humanity would not exist for another 70 million years. Michael and his team had arrived in the middle of a forest. Aside from the chirping of prehistoric insects and the trickling of a nearby brook, it was totally silent. After taking a brief look at his surroundings, Michael got out of the Jeep. "This is interesting," he said. "Despite what you might think, this isn't just any old forest. It looks like this is a temperate rainforest, like you would see in the Pacific Northwest or the coasts of Australia. They have a high biodiversity, so this is good news. For now, though, we better set up camp, and this looks like as good a spot as any." The team set to work putting tents up and organizing their supplies. As soon as they were finished, though, Michael was eager to start exploring on his own and start searching for his targets. The forest was mostly too dense for vehicles to move around, and so he set out on foot. "Hiking in the woods never gets old," Michael explained as he crossed the brook near camp. "Whatever your age it's always refreshing to get out into nature for a while. And when you're walking in a prehistoric forest that nobody has ever seen…" Michael grinned. "Well, it's even better!" The cry of a distant dinosaur echoed throughout the trees. "Of course, because nobody has ever been here before, I don't quite know what I'm going to find. There are fossils from the area, but they're only a snapshot of life in a given place. There may very well be species living here that have never been discovered in the fossil record before. And maybe we never will." Michael stopped suddenly. "What's that?" he asked himself, and walked over to a bush, crouching there. Some of the branches there were stripped. "Something's been eating here," Michael said. "You can see how the branches have been stripped of their leaves. It's a very orderly pattern, and not messy at all." He stood up again and searched the area. "Here!" he said, pointing to the ground. "Look at how all these ferns were flattened. And over there, that fallen log is snapped…I'd say this is a trail where some sort of herbivore has been." The trail moved on into the forest, through several groves and thickets. "I can say with relative certainty that a dinosaur made this trail, but I don't think it was made by our Hadrosaurus, because the trail seems to be a bit small. But we can try following it and catch up with-" Michael was interrupted by a rustling in the bushes. He turned, slowly, as the rustling continued. "Let's hide and see what's there," he whispered, and hurried behind a tree. "I can see it better from here," he whispered. "Look there, straight through the branches…" A brown dinosaur was hidden in the bushes, roughly cow-sized, browsing on the leaves and flowers. Armor plating covered its back and tail. It seemed oblivious to the strange creature hiding behind the tree. "I know what this is," Michael whispered. "It's a nodosaur, a type of dinosaur covered in armor plating. Nodosaurs weren't as heavily armored as their cousins the ankylosaurs, but they were closely related. The neat thing about it is that only a few nodosaur fossils have been found from this particular time and place." He watched as the nodosaur continued browsing on flowers. "I've always had a soft spot for these types of dinosaurs. If we can set up the portal, it might be the first dinosaur we bring back to Prehistoric Park. Let's go." Michael stepped out from behind the tree and set the portal sticks into the ground. The nodosaur looked up from its meal and watched him curiously. Michael activated the portal, and it flared into life. "Now let's see if I can bag a nodosaur!" he said, and made his way into the bushes where the dinosaur stood. Upon Michael's approach, the nodosaur grunted and dropped itself on the ground, nestling into the leaf litter and exposing its armor plating. Michael tapped a broken stick on the dinosaur's back, but to no avail. "Seems like he doesn't want to deal with all the riffraff," he said with a smirk. "I'll keep trying though." He continued tapping the stick until the nodosaur stood and grunted, apparently tired of the commotion. It trotted out of the bushes as best as a heavy dinosaur could trot and straight into the time portal, followed by a happy Michael. '''Back at the park, the present is about to meet the past.''' Norman watched intently from a walkway above as the portal flared into life. "Let's see what you've got, Michael," he said to himself. Suddenly, the nodosaur trotted through the time portal, looking for all the world like a top-heavy turtle crossed with an army tank. It was followed by Michael, who gave a vigorous thumbs up. "Look at him go!" Norman said as he watched the nodosaur. "Get it into a holding pen!" he said to the staff. Soon the park's newest-and oldest-resident was safely contained within a holding pen. Michael met Norman on a walkway overlooking the pen. "Do you like him?" he asked Norman. "That I do, Michael!" Norman said. "He's hardly what I expected though. A boy, or a girl?" "I think it's an old male," Michael said. "If you look, he's got old scars on his armor. Those may have been from previous battles with other males, maybe over territory or even a girlfriend. It's hard to say, though. We'll have to let Catherine check." Catherine was the park's head vet. "Well, either way, it's still good enough for me," Norman said, and they both laughed. '''Soon, staff from around the park are flocking to see Prehistoric Park's first ever dinosaur. Among them is Terry Wright, the park's resident paleontologist.''' Michael watched from the walkway as a Land Cruiser pulled up along the side of the holding pen, and a dark-haired man with a hat in his 30s stepped out and hurried up the stairs to meet him. "What did you find?" Terry Wright said, anxiously. "I really want to see." "See for yourself, Terry," Michael said. "It's a nodosaur." Terry watched the nodosaur moving about in the holding pen. "Wow," he said. "It's fantastic." "I was hoping you'd be able to identify the species!" "Well, I don't think we can say for certain. The fossil material is too scrappy to deserve a name yet. But I don't really care about that; it's gorgeous." Michael nodded. "Where's Catherine? She'd love to see this. And, we had a question for her…" Terry adjusted his hat. "Still working with the water monitor in the clinic. I think she should be out soon." "Well, I don't think I can stay. We haven't even seen our target species yet!" Michael laughed. "Norman, the nodosaur lived in a wooded area, a bit like a temperate rainforest. Do you have the right paddock for him?" "Well, it's not perfect, but I have one that'll do, I think. I'll go help move him in now." "Great. Terry, do you want to come back with me this time?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world," Terry laughed. '''When they next return, Michael and Terry want to do so with more dinosaurs in tow...''' The sun was slowly dipping below the horizon in the Cretaceous sky. All the light was fading, and the team was getting ready to pack it in for the night. "As you can see it's getting dark out," Michael said as he sat next to the campfire with a beverage in hand. "Terry and I would love to do a bit of night exploration, but we decided against it just in case we run into something, or something runs into us. The best thing to do now is just sleep and get some rest." Michael retreated back into his tent, and as the sun set only the campfire lit the clearing. In the morning, Michael and Terry were up bright and early to continue their search. "There's been a small change of plan," Michael said. "From what I can gather, there's no sign of bigger dinosaurs inside the forest itself. So, we're going to look for a more open area." Further on, the two heard low, rumbling noises. "Do you hear that?" Michael asked. Terry nodded. "I think we're finally getting some luck," he said. "I think it's coming from over there…" They reached the forest edge, and saw a large plains clearing nestled amongst the trees. In the middle rested a clear, rippling lake. Clustered around the lake was a sizeable herd of dinosaurs with heads shaped rather like those of ducks. A flock of pterosaurs wheeled about high in the sky above them all. Terry and Michael watched in amazement. "Finally," Michael breathed. "Not just one Hadrosaurus, but a whole herd!" '''Paleontologists believe that many types of hadrosaur dinosaurs travelled in herds. Huge bonebeds of these "duckbilled" dinosaurs have been found in the western regions of North America. Now, it seems, we know Hadrosaurus itself lived in herds too.''' The hadrosaurs were colored a mottled brown and green, and were busy drinking at the lake. "Honestly, I have no idea how we can get a Hadrosaurus or two through the portal right now," Michael laughed, "but they are beautiful. Hey, look there…" There was a small group of another type of dinosaur mingling inside the herd, shaped like ostriches and covered with black feathers. "Do you see them, Terry?" Michael asked. "They look like ornithomimids. I didn't know they were found around here." Terry nodded. "I think they're Coelosaurus antiquus. The species is a bit of a taxonomic muddle, but otherwise they're typical ornithomimids." As the two watched, some of the Coelosaurus started picking at the hadrosaurs' skin, who seemed largely indifferent. "I think I know what they're doing," Michael said. "I've seen this with oxpecker birds and water buffalo on the African savannas. The oxpeckers detach and eat parasites on the buffalo's hide, giving them a food source. The birds are also quite wary, and give out alarm calls when a possible predator is nearby. So the water buffalo are given an early warning system in exchange for the parasites that the birds pick off. It's an interesting symbiotic relationship, and one that I think is being represented in a dinosaurian form here." The Coelosaurus continued preening the hadrosaurs, moving from individual to individual. "But research has shown that oxpeckers might not be as beneficial as we think. So maybe these Coelosaurus could end up doing a bit of harm as well as good," Michael continued. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens." Around the lake, the Hadrosaurus were milling about, grazing on ferns and continuing to lap at the shining waters of the lake. The Coelosaurus were considerably more birdlike, moving quickly and cocking their heads at the slightest disturbance. Suddenly, a noise that sounded like a high-pitched roar crossed with a harsh snarl echoed across the plain. Upon hearing it, one of the Coelosaurus raised its head and let out a cry of alarm. "Something's spooked them," Terry said with obvious concern. The hadrosaurs looked up from their activities and started calling as well, moving away from the lake in agitation. "That definitely sounded like a predator," Michael said, raising his binoculars. "And the herd knows it. They're starting to move away – oh my god!" A pack of theropod dinosaurs leapt out of the trees at the far side of the plain and began running towards the herd. They were colored brick red, and a crest of black quills ran from their head down along their backs. Upon seeing them, the Coelosaurus instantly scattered, but the hadrosaurs were clearly less organized, starting to rear up on their hind legs and run in different directions while letting out loud bellows. With frightening speed, the pack ran across the clearing towards their prey. "They can only be one thing; Dryptosaurus!" Michael shouted over the cacophony from the hadrosaurs. "Look at them go!" Two of the theropods ran between the herd and a juvenile hadrosaur, cutting it off from the rest of the group. Another Dryptosaurus leapt onto the youngster's back, throwing it off balance and causing it to topple over. As soon as the hadrosaur had fallen, the pack descended on it to slice through its neck with tooth and claw and incapacitate it – for good. "They are fast," Michael said, "and very scary!" As soon as the young hadrosaur was dead, the Dryptosaurus pack began to tear through its flesh and gulp down chunks of meat. The rest of the herd had fled, and only the sound of snapping bones remained on the plain. Michael lowered his binoculars. "We can't do anything more here but watch. I'm actually kind of glad that we saw this, even though I feel sorry for that poor juvenile. Now we know what to expect from a Dryptosaurus, and it's going to be more than a bit difficult getting one back to Prehistoric Park." "We should leave," Terry said. "Other carnivores are going to start moving in soon, and I for one don't want to be here when they show up." "Agreed. Let's head back to camp now." And the two departed, taking one last glance at the spectacle behind them. '''Meanwhile, back at the park, Norman is checking up on the park's new resident.''' A clean wooden sign stood outside of the forested paddock, now labeled "Nodosaur Nook." Norman was standing next to it and looking into the enclosure. "Our new friend seems to be a bit shy," he said. "The second we put him in, he shambled off into the undergrowth, and I haven't seen him since. Michael told me that he thought the nodosaurs were secretive by nature, so maybe it's normal." Norman unlocked a door in the fence. "I'll try and see if I can find him." It took a while before Norman finally spotted a small branch that was twitching among the bushes. "Ah, there he is," he said. "Eating again. All he does is eat – kind of like me I suppose." Norman smiled. The nodosaur was now visible. He was nestled between two bushes and eating the foliage in front of him. "I've taken a bit of a liking to him," Norman admitted. "He's not too big, not too strange, and not something that's going to eat you if you get too close. He's not the most intelligent animal in the world, obviously, but he does seem rather friendly. Just shy, is all. I have an idea…" Norman snapped a flower off a nearby bush and began making his way towards the nodosaur. "Back in the day when a lot of dinosaurs were walking around, flowers didn't exist yet. But as Michael tells me, they evolved in the Cretaceous and started to become common. By the time our friend the nodosaur was living, flowers were a normal sight. So I'm going to try and offer him one." He kneeled down a few feet away from where the nodosaur was hiding, and extended his arm out with the flower in his hand. "Look what I've got here," he whispered. "Tasty, right?" The nodosaur looked at him curiously, and sniffed the air. But after a few seconds it grunted, and dropped itself to the ground. Even Norman's vigorous shaking of the flower didn't make it budge. Norman sighed. "I guess I'll try again later," he said, and left the paddock. '''Meanwhile in the Cretaceous, Michael is indulging himself to a bit of sightseeing.''' Michael sat on a rock next to the brook, looking into the water. "Ever since I was a boy, streams were some of my favorite places. You can find a lot of animals here in a relatively short period. Like over there!" he pointed. In a wider and deeper area of the brook further upstream, crocodile-like creatures were swimming in the water and resting on the bank. "Those are a type of ancient gavial, maybe Thoracosaurus," Michael said. "And there are many turtles here, too – I'll see if I can grab one for you to look at." Michael stood up, scanning the surface. Suddenly, he ran into the brook and plunged his hands into the water. When he brought them up, they were holding a fairly large turtle. "Softshell turtles!" he said. "What's neat about these animals is that they are still alive in the present day, almost entirely unchanged…even the exact genus that this turtle belongs to, Trionyx!" The turtle flailed its limbs about until Michael put it back into the brook, where it swam away. "I would love to take some of these species back to Prehistoric Park, but we have a bit of a dilemma to solve right now," Michael explained. "That would be getting 30-odd tons of Hadrosaurus to walk through the time portal. That's no easy feat. But I think I may have a solution." Michael started to dry himself off next to his tent. "Back at the plains, I noticed that it is mostly surrounded by forest, except for one small area of broken trees and generally more open space. I think it's a trail that the hadrosaur herd has made to reach the lake. It would be unreasonable to suggest that the herd lives at the plains all the time, because it's a comparatively small area compared to, say, the entirety of the plains of Africa. So my theory is that the herd uses that trail to travel to and from other feeding grounds. If we set up the portal right in that trail, the herd will go straight through. Getting them to go in when we want them to, well, that's no easy feat either." Michael laughed. "Let's hope, then, that everything works-" He was cut off by a high-pitched roar, coming from very close by. "Hide, guys!" Terry said, and the team ran into the forest, concealing themselves behind trees nearby. The Dryptosaurus pack walked into the campsite, continuing to roar. A couple of the animals sniffed at the tents and nosed the Jeeps with their snouts. The lead individuals started to lap at the brook. '''It seems that the team has camped right where the resident pack of Dryptosaurus likes to drink.''' All the animals were gathered at the brook now, intermittently drinking and then raising their heads and roaring. "Why are they making so much noise?" Michael asked. "Well, they're obviously not hunting," Terry whispered. "All this racket would scare off creatures for miles around. Maybe that's what they're trying to do, even. Telling any rival packs that might be around to stay out." "I have an idea," Michael said, reaching into his backpack as quietly as he could. He pulled out a small microphone attached to an extension cord. "This is a machine used to record birdsong," he whispered. "I brought it in case any feathery animals – smaller ones, at least – were making interesting calls. I wasn't expecting to use it for dinosaurs, but I might have a use for all this noise…" Michael switched the device on. About a minute of roaring and snarling was recorded before the pack started to make their way from the brook and Michael turned the equipment off. One particularly inquisitive Dryptosaurus walked right next to the tree where he was hiding, and then proceeded to stick its nose into Michael's tent. The dinosaur raised its head, pulling the tent up with it, and scratched its nose before following the rest of the pack and disappearing among the trees from where they came. The tent drifted to the ground in tatters. The team came out of hiding and went back into the camp. "Is it safe?" one member asked. "I think so," Terry replied. Michael looked at the remains of his tent and heaved a deep sigh. '''Back at the park, head vet Catherine Knight has been called over to the nodosaur paddock.''' A Jeep pulled up to the side of Nodosaur Nook, and Catherine Knight stepped out, walking up to the door of the enclosure. "What's up, Norman?" she said. She was supposed to meet him here at the paddock. "Over here, Catherine," Norman said, from somewhere inside the paddock. Catherine went in, and walked towards the sound of Norman's voice. "I heard you were having a little trouble getting him to eat before." "Well, see for yourself." Catherine turned a corner and saw a grinning Norman sitting next to the nodosaur, who was eating ferns and flowers out of his hand. Norman's patience with the nodosaur appears to have finally paid off. "It took me a while, I'll give you that," Norman admitted, "but I think he trusts me now." "He likes you," Catherine laughed as the nodosaur finished off the food in Norman's hand and nudged it, wanting more. "He reminds me of turtles a bit," Norman said. "Not just with his shell, but he's got the personality for it too." Catherine nodded. Turtles in captivity that had come to know their owners often became quite friendly. "If you like each other so much, I think he deserves a name," Catherine said. "Wouldn't you say?" "I couldn't have said it better," Norman said, and turned to the nodosaur. "Right?" The dinosaur continued eating. "He looks like a Ned," Catherine offered. Norman squinted. "Hmm, a little bit. Ned the Nodosaur. Sounds catchy. Do you like it?" The nodosaur grunted and pulled a flower out of Norman's hand. "I'll take that as a yes," Norman grinned. '''In the Cretaceous, Michael and Terry are ready to put Michael's grand plan to work.''' Michael stuck the portal sticks into the ground at the appropriate place. "We're almost ready," he said. "I've set up the portals here in that wide forest trail the herd makes. The herd, in fact, is back at the lake right now." He glanced back at the dinosaurs, who were grazing and drinking. "Terry is over at the other side of the clearing with my recording equipment. We've wired it to speakers, which we've placed in a ring around the plain. You'll see what happens next." Michael pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Terry, do you read? Over." Terry's voice replied. "Yep. Ready when you are, over." "OK, switch it on." There was a pause, and a high-pitched roar echoed across the plain, the recording emanating from the strategically placed speakers. The Coelosaurus raised their heads, and started to squawk. Upon hearing the alarm, the hadrosaurs also started to panic, and moved away towards the trail to escape. "Terry, it looks like it's working, start heading back to me with the recording equipment. Over and out!" Michael switched the walkie-talkie off. "It's working!" The herd reached the portal, and thundered through. '''Michael's mad plan has worked, and it means Norman is about to get a big surprise.''' "Stand by!" Norman shouted. "We've got another creature coming through!" He stared at the swirling portal, watching for it – whatever ''it'' was – to come through. "Maybe Michael's brought back another nodosaur." Norman smirked. "Maybe that means Ned can even have a girlfrOH MY GOD!" The herd of Hadrosaurus and Coelosaurus barreled through the time portal, startling Norman and nearly throwing him off his feet. "But…what…how the…" he sputtered, before realizing something very important. "Get them into Holding Pen 5, now!" he shouted to the staff. Holding Pen 5 was their largest. As the doors to the pen opened, the hadrosaurs' tails smacked against the sides of the passageway, rattling the wooden walls. The last of the herd funneled in before the doors closed and Norman ran down the walkway to look at them from above. "Look at them all," he muttered. "Michael! What on earth have you done?" '''Everything seems to be under control for the Prehistoric Park team – almost.''' Michael was laughing as Terry met up with him by the portal. "Great job, Terry," he said over the noise of the recorded roaring. "We must've bagged at least 15 animals," Terry grinned. "Two species!" "Norman's going to kill me when we get back," Michael laughed over the noise. But then he noticed something on. "Hey Terry, did you turn the speakers and everything off?" "Yeah," Terry replied, "you told me to back at the other end of the plains. Why?" he asked. And then he listened to the roaring in the air. "Ah." They turned to look towards the lake, and saw the Dryptosaurus pack on the plains, searching for their prey. '''The pack of Dryptosaurus seems to be wondering why their prey has suddenly vanished. And they don't look very happy. What's more, they seem to have spotted easier targets among the trees...''' One of the lead animals looked directly at the portal and the two men standing there, and uttered a roar. The entire pack started running at them. Thinking quickly, Michael turned towards Terry. "Quick! Run through the portal and warn Norman to ready another holding pen. I'll meet up with you!" Terry nodded, and ran back through the time portal to Prehistoric Park. "Let's see how hungry these guys are!" Michael shouted, and waved his arms. "Hello! Over here! Yes! Hello! Come on!" He let the pack run closer, frighteningly close, before he finally turned tail and dashed through the portal. And the pack followed him. Meanwhile, Norman was moaning over the hadrosaur herd when he heard someone shouting. "Norman! Over here, quick!" He ran back to the portal, where he saw Terry climbing up the ladder to the walkway. "Terry! Where's Michael?" Norman hollered. "He's coming! Get another holding pen ready!" "Why?" Norman shouted as he heard a familiar buzz: the sound that meant something had come through the portal. He looked down and saw Michael starting to scurry up the ladder. "Hi Norman!" he shouted. "I've brought you a present!" And with that, the Dryptosaurus pack leapt through the portal. As Michael reached the walkway, Norman's jaw dropped. "What the hell?…Michael!" "I couldn't help myself," Michael said as he watched the pack run into another holding pen. "Michael, Michael, Michael, where am I going to put them? And what on earth am I going to feed them all? It was bad enough when you sent that giant herd through, and now you've brought these things in!" Michael looked at Terry and smiled. "He's going to be like this all week." '''Soon, all the animals were put into proper paddocks. The herd of Hadrosaurus and Coelosaurus was put into an enclosure with plenty of open space and a lake, while the Dryptosaurus pack was moved into an enclosure with a river running through it. And Michael is eager to find out if all the animals are in mint condition.''' Michael later met up with Terry and Norman near the new Dryptosaurus paddock. "Hey guys," Michael said. "Are all the animals doing well?" "Yes they are," Terry said. "Catherine gave them a look-over, and also gave them all a clean bill of health." "Great!" "I must say, Michael," Norman said, "they were a bit of a shock when they first came through, but now that they're settled in and I've had a good look at them, they're absolutely beautiful." "Well, they should be, shouldn't they?" Michael said. "It's nature without human intervention. There's the pack now!" The pack of Dryptosaurus was walking out of the trees, sniffing the air. "It's a whole new world for them," Michael said, "and it'll be a whole new adventure for us." "And an adventure for the rest of the world, too," Norman added. "Well, maybe. After all, the Earth had front row seats for the original showing!" '''Next time...''' 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[[Category:Browse]] 5s3x2nudvhqwi71yepyzbt5ozp3acmm 14 39 72 2012-12-19T21:16:28Z Styracosaurus Rider 3260597 Created page with "A category for all pages related to or involved in the [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] series." 72 wikitext text/x-wiki A category for all pages related to or involved in the [[Prehistoric Park: Reborn]] series. 1hnepzjsaz43g8vdimw9enxprjsrn50 14 12 23 2009-12-30T17:55:03Z MediaWiki default 30443056 23 wikitext text/x-wiki This category is for '''Templates'''. [[Category:Browse]] jpvy9lwat2x4w625g8zef5ao6t97drj 14 11 22 2009-12-30T17:54:25Z MediaWiki default 30443056 22 wikitext text/x-wiki This category is for '''Utility templates'''. [[Category:Templates]] 2k1og0eh9magim62rcbfxwmcn1sxnrf